Tears of a Mother

Tears of a Mother

Her face; long and solemn.
Her eyes; swollen and red.
Tossing and turning;
 as she lay in her bed.
The questions, no answers;
adding to the pain.
Needing to understand;
So it doesn't happen again.
The tears that burn her skin;
like acid in the rain.
Plaguing and beating down;
on the window pane.
She stands on guard waiting by the window;
thus he returns.
Only to be shattered;
unable to come to terms.
She prays to wake in morning;
only a dream;
she'd hoped.
To see his face, hear his voice;
Her pillow case now soaked.
Longing for him, holding tight;
the memories they shared.
Yet questions, no answers.
Pain a mother bares.
The loss of a child;
a best friend none the less
chiseled in her mind;
Aching to regress.
To a time when they laughed;
a love so deep and strong.
Unknowing, questioning;
had she done something wrong?
The guilt plays on her mind;
every second of every day.
Desperately needing to hear him say;
Diamonds come from potatoes!
The proud and silly times;
her emotion volcanoes.
Erupts again and again.
The acid down her face;
unable to refrain.
Will it ever be normal?
A noose wrapped around her body;
made from heavy chain.
Her strengths plainly visible;
however not to the untrained eye.
With time and patience; this too shall pass by.
It will never be the same and this she knows to well.
It's in remembering the love shared;
a sound, a feeling, a smell.

~this was written this morning for a dear friend of mine who has recently lost her oldest son.